For those of us who would rather walk quietly in a museum, reshelf and browse books at a library or bookstore; for those who would like to put on a pair of skates and glide on ice under the stars seeing your breath blow out in clouds. For those of us who enjoy curling up with a favorite book, a blanket, and shut out the world around us. The holidays can be a time feeling like you are a Shakespearean actor, thrust onto a wooden, waxed stage. And you become deathly afraid of falling into the musician’s pit or disappointing the audience closely watching you.
Your feelings are valid; nothing is wrong with you. You are a sensitive soul, is my guess. And you are in great company.
Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays. May you find a quiet nook this holiday season. Eat, write and be merry. At your own pace, in your own time, in your own way.